| Doe doe doe
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| Johnny Richter
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| Cottinmouth King
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| Big Scoob
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| That doe doe doe
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| I only mess with the name Strange, like come straight out the labretory
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| Like Cam Dog, Dumptruck, and the Morning Glory
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| I’ll turn the early girl into an early queen
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| Have you feenin for a bag of my G13
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| It cost big bucks to hit the shit that we smoke
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| What’s the Mac truck run on? |
| Dezle
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| What we need lungs for?
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| It’s for those who don’t know who’s on the flow
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| It’s Johnny Richter, I’ve been down since the pound of my gold
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| I got that doe doe doe, you only keepin the Jordan
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| Weed stink so bad, it smell like a scunk in your car
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| Straight from southern California, where the grass always green
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| Mix the blues, yellows, purples and oranges
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| Know what I mean?
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| My favorites the green Crack, cause it taste so sweet
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| With ear wax, it’s like hash from King’s Candy
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| From panaps to carcrash, yeah I’m back in the best
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| So when I pack it, ain’t no stress
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| See the Crack in your chest
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| I got that
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| Doe doe doe
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| That doe doe doe
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| That doe doe doe
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| I got that doe doe doe
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| That doe doe doe
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| That doe doe doe
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| Man, we push so many pushers, it’s hard to keep them all straight
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| I got that Purple Haze
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| Got them Kushes, got that Bubba
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| Back in 98
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| We be pushin many pushers
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| Hard to keep them straight
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| Came from Cali out the vally, you can’t relate
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| Indenisias and Setivas every 60 days
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| With that Lemon I be winnin, keep my thunders blazed
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| Got them moanin, now they want it, call it Lemon cake
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| Drop the hammer with bananas, should’ve seen they face
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| Switched to berrys, see me coughin, then I bring the 8
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| Not to mention, that I’m mixin up my own strain
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| Mix that Bubba with that K, need to blow your brain
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| Probably call it Choppaholic, boy, I love the name
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| When you light it, it’s ignited like the chopper’s flame
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| Ain’t no faken, ain’t no mistaken, boy, I know the game
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| This really hit like a blow of Caine
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| And I been reading on this strain they call it Alian
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| When I get it, watch me flip it
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| Imma fuck the game
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| Doe doe doe
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| That doe doe doe
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| That doe doe doe
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| I got that doe doe doe
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| That doe doe doe
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| That doe doe doe
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| Man, we push so many pushers, it’s hard to keep them all straight
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| I got a Cali connection, I’m King Kush
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| That’ll give you niggas blue dreams, smokin like some true feends
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| I could holla at Rello, and get the plug on that LA confedential
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| And show you niggas some true green
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| Buckle up, cause that sour dezle could take you for a long ride
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| That Hog’s Breath will leave you hog tied
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| You need a tester, I’m the ball guide
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| Bad times Boogie got that Moonshine
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| Joonior got that high tied
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| Pure Kush, Hairawanna and the ultimet kill
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| Ultimet high, the best time fuckin with them
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| Some butifull tops, they fluffy like green pillows
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| I’m sorry baby, but I’m cheatin with a white widow
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| She keep me beaned up, an addict for the theme, bruh
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| Double down on Double Dog, give myself a mean rush
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| Boogie hit the same crutch with the same touch
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| Locked in the swisher, but remember, flush the blunt guts
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| Doe doe doe
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| That doe doe doe
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| That doe doe doe
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| I got that doe doe doe
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| That doe doe doe
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| That doe doe doe
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| Man, we push so many pushers, it’s hard to keep them all straight
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| I’m in county California, a Marijuana mecha
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| The capitol of cronics, say the name and they respect ya
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| Connected with the seeds, gifted with the trees
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| So if you askin me, it’s safe to say that we perfected weed
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| Yes indeed I got a swagger, elergic to the bammer
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| Half my life I been a grower, or dealer, major factor
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| In the game, there’s way too many strains for me to name
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| Best believe before the fame, I made some change from Mari Jane
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| Thousand pound deals, 60 akors in the hills
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| Come snoop around the propperty, get buried in the fields
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| My crew is filled with knuckleheads, who always keep it real
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| Keep a shotgun in the tent, piss hundred dollar bills
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| Got that doe doe if you need some
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| The bro with two green thumbs
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| If you got the chips, I’ll send my bitches on the weed run
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| We flippin bricks and hittin licks, so coppy what my team does
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| My lyrics are legit, so holla at me for the green buz
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| Doe doe doe
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| That doe doe doe
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| That doe doe doe
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| I got that doe doe doe
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| That doe doe doe
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| That doe doe doe
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| Man, we push so many pushers, it’s hard to keep them all straight |